kill my mind - m. atsumu

pitiful

"atsumu!" the whole boys team looked at the doors when ayame burst through the doors. then they all looked over to atsumu. he was standing on one side of the net right in the front and in the middle, clearly about to start practicing.

"yeah?" he panting, trying to regain his breath from all the running he just did.

"we have.. issues at our gym and need your help." she said, unsure of what words to use.

"issues?"

"y/n."

"ah, makes sense. i'll be back." atsumu threw the volleyball over to aran before following ayame out. "so what's up with her?"

"you'll see." ayame opened the door to the girls gym to reveal you laying on the floor.

"she dead?"

"nope, ankle." ayame informed and atsumu immediately got concerned. he knew how serious this could be.

he walked over to you and crouched down, leaning over you. "hey pretty boy. nice to see you left your practice just to see me. i'm flattered honestly." you greeted him casually like you weren't laying on the floor with an ankle injury.

"sunshine, why are you on the floor?"

"it's comfortable here." you answered.

"so there's nothing wrong with your ankle?"

"nope."

"so can you stand up."

"yup."

"can you walk?"

"yup."

"then how about you show me, yeah?"

"i'd rather stay on the floor."

atsumu looked down to your ankle and then back at you. he slid his arms under your arms and pulled you up.

"up."

you let him drag you up and leaned all your body weight on one foot. " i'm up." you held onto his forearms for dear life and hoped that he wouldn't drop you.

"walk."

"not when you ask me like i'm a dog."

"ayame! what's wrong with her?" atsumu called out without taking his eyes off of you.

"she fell on her ankle, but at the worst angle possible!" ayame answered while bouncing the ball on the floor.

"so." atsumu leaned forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you forward.

"ow, fuck. you stupid b-" you cursed when that forced you to walk forwards. "completely fine." you recovered and stood back up.

"real nice, let's take acting out of your career choices." atsumu wrapped one of your arms over his shoulders.

"you called us good actors on friday." you reminded him.

"i take that back. i'm the only good actor out of us two." atsumu gave him with you limping behind him and threw you into his back.

"i can walk."

"you looked pitiful." he grunted and leaned down to grab your bag. one of your teammates hurried over to help, but atsumu just did a simple squat like you weren't even on his back.

"did not." you denied and wrapped your legs around his torso, careful of your ankle.

"you did."

"did not." you reached over and took your bag from his hands so it would be easier for him.